A blog post on the time Jon, myself and our family got to meet the REAL Father Christmas

Jon and my childhood’s was as normal as our family could make it save from the frequent healthcare appointments. We went to school together. We participated in school activities, sports days, as you may have read Jon, being my big brother spent a fair amount of time...

Caravanning holidays were a regular part of growing up as you may have guessed from previous blogs.  Indeed, many of these blogs feature holiday related topics for some reason.   Our proud portable home from home was a small blue, Abbey 4 berth caravan, mum and...

Jon was always a fantastic crowd pleaser.  He was great at directing people and liked nothing more than thinking he was helping a large event run smoothly by helping out. So when it came for the 13 October 2013, the day of my wedding Jon was right there to lend a hand...

  Jon and I shared a bedroom growing up, we had single beds and Paddington Bear curtains with alphabet border wallpaper.  The walls were adorned by pictures of wildlife and we had a small cupboard in the corner where the monsters lived.  Later the monsters would...

Jon was a fan of holidays, as many of us were. As children we spent our first holidays, as many of us did, in the UK. I recall caravanning on the Northumberland Coast near the fishing town of Seahouses and travelling to steam rallies in our caravan to display our...

It was a mild spring day and I was attending an afternoon playschool.  I was 3 years old and, although big for my age, to be honest I was a bit of a wimp.  Jon would’ve been 4 by then and just getting ready to start school. It was in a church hall in Beighton, the...

This blog is written not as a healthcare practitioner.  This blog is to highlight the other side of what motivates me to seek a more equitable landscape for people with disabilities - my older brother Jonathan. As the middle of three sons, Jonathan the eldest, myself...